#spareisms

[pr]

oh my fuckingg god oh my god the story tom tells her on the staircase oh my godd

trying to weaponize their past to fucking lure her back into vulnerability, while she is sitting there going through the worst moments of her life, i fucking hate that man.

[vyrulent]

starter call || @spareisms​

“I miss the sea,” Ariel admitted. Ever since Morgana had made her threat, the sea had been a place she could no longer call home, though she lived so close to it. She knew Eric snuck out for his trips, but he wasn’t the one on the sea witch’s radar. It was her and Melody. 

The mermaid stepped away from the shoreline, slipping back into her shoes, before she stepped back to the other royal.

“Forgive me, it was a moment of melancholy but it’s passed now.”

[waitlifted]

@spareisms​ liked for a starter!

Cassandra didn't want to be here. She hadn't wanted to be a maid in the first place, but at least she could write that off as temporary. But lady-in-waiting? That was a lifetime position, one she wouldn't be getting out of without the blessing of the princess herself. It was so unfair. Why should she be forced to throw the rest of her life away to wait on hand and knee for someone else?

Needless to say, she was unhappy, and she intended to make that clear.

But before her first day in service, something happened. The king and queen had left some time ago on a trip... but word had reached Arendelle that they never arrived. In one fell swoop, the kingdom was left without a ruler. And the princess she was set to serve was now an orphan, adrift without support— very few people were allowed in the castle these days, and her older sister, the heir to the throne and her only remaining family, was notoriously reclusive. She was mourning. Cassandra couldn't give her any more to deal with.

Like it or not, her job was now to help the princess... and it seemed like she needed it now more than ever.

"Princess Anna?" Cassandra gently opened the door, giving her any time she might need to compose herself before stepping in. "My name is Cassandra. I'm to be your lady-in-waiting." She already knew that, of course, but this was their first proper introduction. "So, if there's anything I can do for you... let me know."

[droppingdonkeys]

💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

@spareisms

Send 💕 to surprise hug my muse

She's used to hugs from shorter people, because, well, nearly everyone is shorter than Luisa.

But wouldn't you know it, Luisa was also used to hugs from mostly family. With Anna's hug, she turned and pat the girl's back. "Hey! You okay? I love your braids."

[justlookatthosesausages]

:: how amazing! You wrote a book??!

Yes I did! :D

It's a fanfic novel that's the sequel of Frozen (I wrote it before Frozen 2 was announced) where Elsa and Anna go to Corona and meet Rapunzel and Eugene from Tangled. I had a ton of fun writing it!

When it got popular in its french version on fanfiction.net, people asked if I would soon make it translated to english and others even asked if they could get a paperback copy as a souvenir. I was delighted by that feedback so I decided to make english language copies!

You can get yours for free by filling the form here ✨

Thanks to everyone support so far! <3

[princewished]

& @spareisms​ continued from broken arm :(

“Your broom?” Aladdin repeated incredulously. “Allah, I don’t care about the fucking broom, I’ll give you mine— your arm!”

It was a grisly sight. Her arm was bent entirely the wrong way, but not at the elbow; her forearm had suffered the brunt of it, and was already bruising a spectacular shade of purple. She was even trying to get up, like an idiot, and it was hurriedly that Aladdin helped her sit back down and propped her up on the tree behind her ( unfortunately responsible for all their trouble. )

“Maybe you should catch your breath a bit,” he advised, and glanced around at the splintered remains of Anna’s beloved Nimbus. It was a loss, to be sure: he knew how much Anna adored it, even if it was outdated ( though Aladdin felt weird saying so, since his own broom was a Cleansweep. ) Still, he knew it was a great blow, and he’d have to collect the remains.

Shrugging off his quidditch cape, he draped it over her legs for a bit of warmth, and gently reached out to give her arm a little support. He was afraid to touch it, to hurt her, but he figured there was little harm in holding her elbow up for her. 

“You know,” he said after a minute, “the splinters aren’t that bad. Maybe McGonagall can repair them or something  — or better yet, we could take it to Flitwick! He’d be able to, no doubt. He’s probably mended loads of things in his time from all the levitating spells.”

[streetwisetemptress]

Continued

@spareisms

“Well…. No…”

Embarrassingly, she shot that down quickly. Of course someone of royalty would expect such a high end, lavish living environment. The Court was far from that.

“We have rows of caravans, puppet shows, dancing, and an armory.” For her sake, it was best to leave out the eerie parts of her home.

[andiaberto]

@spareisms​ asked: “For someone who’s over it, you certainly haven’t let go of it.” :: if you're still accepting !!! <3

flurry of fussing || not accepting

   “ i don’t know what you’re talking about, i’ve totally let go of it! it doesn’t bother me.. not even a little bit! ”       alberto’s lips curved downwards into a half scowl in response to the older woman’s words, arms folding tightly over his chest.    no. he didn’t care if his dad had left him, if he’d abandoned him on the fjord because he got sick of him and didn’t want to tug his son around everywhere he went with him anymore. so maybe he was stuck in a place he knew nothing about with people he didn’t know. 

       it was fine. he. was. fine. 

   “ i don’t care. i don’t. ”